Open me up
and lay me down,
swallow my seeds
of trickling vines,
wrap them around you
in whisper's twilight.
Guide me down
into creases of grass,
and breathe in my skin
of liquid roses.
Spy on the songbird
and tell me his secret
of dampened clay,
molding my heart
disquised as a ring.
Open me up,
and lay me down,
forever,
in your arms.
Author notes
Prompt inspired by Eclairluv: Songbird by Eva Cassidy
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